He Jiamu, who lost his arms, stepped back with a wild roar, he recovered from the shock, the blow just now was indeed taken by Wang Xu, and when his claws were about to touch Qi Bing's throat, Wang Xu actually shot at almost the same speed as him, and then He Jiamu only felt a cold shoulder, and his arm was cut off and flew out.

He Jiamu retreated to the woods in the distance and hidden, he didn't seem to have any intention of escaping, it seemed that he wanted to wait for an opportunity, after all, Wang Xu and the three of them were already at the end of the crossbow, and it was still difficult to say whether they would win or lose.

The cat sat down comfortably against the tree, lit a cigarette, and said again like a whin: "Why is he not dead yet." ”

Wang Xu has an extra short sword in his hand at this moment, slightly longer than a dagger, the sword body is very narrow, and the whole body is like a pitch-black crystal pearl.

"What's going on with Wang Xu? Could it be that he has really been hiding his strength all along? Qi Bing saw that the cat master had a calm attitude, so he didn't mean to go forward to chase for the time being, but seized the time to recover his strength, and at the same time asked the doubts in his heart.

Master Mao smiled there: "It should be a bottleneck that has been broken through at a critical moment, and that weapon is the proof of his spiritual sense improvement." ”

Wang Xu saw He Jiamu retreating, and did not catch up, but rushed towards the tide of ghosts, he could already tell that these ghosts were just hallucinations, so he took the true body of the female ghost.

Wang Xu grabbed the female ghost's neck from the ghost tide and pressed her against a tree, pointing the sword in his right hand at her throat, "Woman, if you don't want to be scattered, give me some peace, maintain the ghost realm, don't let that werewolf run away, don't hurt my friend." ”

At this time, the female ghost revealed her true body, a woman with long hair covering her face, she seemed to give in to Wang Xu's threat, nodded, and then retreated into the darkness, and the surrounding tide-like phantoms also disappeared.

Wang Xu solved the problem of female ghosts and had no worries, he turned around and walked towards the messy clearing, ready to slowly clean up He Jiamu.

At this moment, He Jiamu's arms are broken, and he can no longer use the wind blade he is best at, after all, he is not a Saiyan who can spray a shock wave in his mouth, and the only remaining tricks seem to be biting and kicking, but his balance changes after the limbs are mutilated, and his speed is bound to be affected.

And the biggest problem is the loss of psychological advantage, Wang Xu, who was originally regarded as a mustard by He Jiamu among the three, suddenly used amazing strength, which is an important reason for He Jiamu to hide, if he is not careful, this time it may be his neck that is cut off.

Wang Xu stood in the middle of the clearing with a very arrogant look, he did have arrogant capital at the moment, and even the werewolf who couldn't be hit hard by the cat master was easily crippled by the black sword in his hand, he heard the cat master say that when the spiritual sense is raised to a certain level, he can get a weapon belonging to his soul, so he has been a little carried away to think that he is now a strong man at the same level as the cat master.

"Hey! The surname is Ho! Aren't you crazy when you grabbed Lao Tzu's neck just now and threw the lead ball? How can you change the obscene route now? Come out and kneel down to admit your mistake and receive death, maybe Lao Tzu is in a good mood and will leave you a whole corpse! Wang Xu shouted loudly into the woods: "Oh, by the way, you don't have any whole corpse anymore, why don't I kill a dog and bury it with you by the way, then it will be all work."

Wang Xu counted He Jiamu unscrupulously there, Qi Bing shook his head when he listened to it, it is estimated that the kind of battle that held the city in ancient times, if Wang Xu went to scold the street fight, in less than ten minutes, everyone would come out to fight with you.

He Jiamu absorbed the power brought to him by the full moon in the woods, and the wounds on his shoulders healed quickly, for him, this kind of injury would not make him permanently disabled, but it would take at least three months to regenerate his hands, and during this time, he needed to constantly feed on human hearts to help recover, and the thought of the future might be quite sad, which made him hate the three people in front of him even more, and they must be killed tonight!

With a roar, He Jiamu rushed out of the woods and launched an attack on Wang Xu, his speed was far from the beginning of the battle. And Wang Xu's strength at the moment has improved a lot compared to just now, and after he used the Spiritual Sense Gathering Technique, he actually fought on a par with the He family.

Qi Bing was very puzzled by this scene: "Master Mao, this werewolf seems to be a little wrong, even if his hands are broken, but this injury will not affect him to such an extent, how can his speed and strength only be about two percent of the original?" Now he shouldn't have any reason to spare any more energy. ”

The cat master only cared about smoking, and he didn't bother to watch the fight on the field, "Cut...... I think he's too strong, even on a full moon night, it's too exaggerated, how come he hasn't died until now......" He said again as if it were a miracle that the werewolf was still alive, and it was a miracle that he could fight.

Seeing that Qi Bing didn't seem to understand what he meant, the cat master had no choice but to explain: "Do you remember the first time I slashed him in the air? ”

Qi Bing nodded, although the cat master's movements were so fast that he almost didn't see it clearly, but He Jiamu's sentence "Only the speed is passable, and the slash on the body is similar to a mosquito bite" He still understood, at that time, the cat master must have attacked He Jiamu with a scalpel.

"Another time I was kicked by him, and that time I was a little more serious, and in my estimation, he deserved to die the first time, but he could still fight me, so I cut it a second time, and he still had the strength to kick me away." The cat master spat out a puff of cigarette with a very unhappy expression, "Later, he was there again, and he abandoned his arms to avoid the knife, and he hasn't died until now, it's just a monster...... It's really hard for me to imagine that a thing whose entrails have been completely torn apart by me can still play hand-to-hand combat with my stupid employees like it does now. ”

Qi Bing was shocked when he heard this, and the ripper ...... That's what it means! Those scalpels can cut through the spirit body because the cat master's spiritual sense is powerful, and when fighting werewolves, this technique of directly attacking the internal organs is simply a divine skill! How on earth can you accomplish such an almost impossible thing at that speed!

"Can you understand? As long as the knife is fast enough to make the wound open, the incision will disappear as long as it is gently stroked. The cat said in a relaxed tone. Qi Bing had already defined this man as a real monster in his heart.

At this moment, the battle between He Jiamu and Wang Xu has come to an end, and blood gushes out of He Jiamu's mouth, no matter how strong the werewolf's recovery power is, the broken internal organs cannot heal as quickly as the external wounds, so He Jiamu has already lost, even if he chooses to run away just now, he will definitely not survive tonight.

Wang Xu gradually gained the upper hand, his sword left new wounds on He Jiamu's body, this werewolf has now given up biting and kicking, only dodging, but even so he gradually lost his strength, the fate of death has come irrevocably, it is only a matter of time.

Wang Xu's elbow hit the werewolf's body, and the sharp pain came from inside He Jiamu's body, and he knelt on the ground, and blood foamed from his mouth. Wang Xu's sword slashed towards He Jiamu's neck, he couldn't avoid this blow, the werewolf closed his eyes and waited for the last moment to come, he hated it in his heart, he hated these ghost hunters, he hated the world, he hated himself......

But He Jiamu's head didn't fly, Wang Xu's sword was on his neck, Wang Xu just stood there and watched him, but he didn't mean to do anything.

"What do you mean! Aren't you going to kill me! Why! What more do you want from me! He Jiamu roared angrily, blood flowed from his wolf's mouth, and even a loud roar made him feel painful.

"Oh, I just said that I wanted to kill you to lure you out, and it was him who wanted to kill you, not me." Wang Xu pointed to the cat master and Qi Bing who came behind him, "I have always done things in line with the principle of legitimate defense, this is a well-known reputation, if you don't believe it, you can ask everywhere." ”

"You'd better save it, you've never killed anyone, so you can't do it, right?" The cat master is still lazy, his injuries have been healed for the most part, and I don't know what kind of panacea he smokes.

"Hah! Hahahaha! You ghost hunters won't be able to do it? Hahahaha! He Jiamu laughed wildly, "When I was twelve years old, my parents were killed by ghost hunters, and on such a night, they were killed in front of me, and I ran away like a dog and jumped off a cliff to survive. What did my parents do! What right do you have to kill them! Who gives you the right! ”

"Werewolves are instinctively controlled to kill and eat their hearts, and ghost hunters only do this to protect innocent people." Qi Bing still replied with a cold expression.

"Innocent? Who is innocent in this world? Was it wrong for me to be born a werewolf? Is this my choice? Is it a sin that humans are innocent if they eat other animals, and werewolves are born to eat people? ”

He Jiamu wailed, he had lived a life of fugitives since he was a child, and his parents were brutally murdered in front of him, which made him very afraid of ghost hunters, and he had never slept a peaceful sleep all these years, as if he would be hunted by others at any time in his sleep. He wished he was an ordinary person so that his parents would not be killed so that he would not have to go and eat people. But the wolf's blood drove him crazy, and he once devoured the old man who had taken him in uncontrollably, and when he woke up, he looked at the corpse on the ground and vomited for a whole day.

As time passed, He Jiamu could only succumb to fate, he tried to kill as little as possible, and kept going into exile everywhere, not making any friends, because he was afraid that one day he would eat his friends, and for him life was only flight and pain......

Until this night he saw the cat master, he knew that the ghost hunters had finally found him, he hated these people, he wanted revenge, although he was afraid of this day, but he was always ready to meet this day, his tricks had been honed for a long time, for him tonight was the time for revenge, he wanted to make the ghost hunters fear him, let them also taste the pain of their companions being killed in front of their eyes.

But now He Jiamu understands that even if he kills all the three people in front of him, he will only be more painful.

"He Jiamu, I hope you understand that when we take the lives of others, we all have the consciousness of being killed by others." Mao Ye took a deep breath of smoke: "If we are killed by you tonight, we will not have any resentment, to put it mildly, it is our own fault." Ghost hunters are not Buddhas, we can't make all beings in this world equal, we just protect those innocent people, those people have no consciousness to die, and they are not obliged to sacrifice for your tragic fate. ”

"Have you never killed a person with a clear conscience?" This is the last question of He Jiamu.

The cat master laughed: "Maybe I'm luckier than you." ”

He Jiamu also laughed after hearing this, he suddenly felt that death was not so terrible, it was too tiring for him to live, he needed to rest, he needed redemption, he needed death!

From the time he gave up his confession of cannibalism, from the time he succumbed to fate, he had lost his so-called consciousness, he had become a wretched wretch, his struggle against his own fate had long since been lost, and all he needed was liberation.

Wang Xu's sword swung down, He Jiamu's head fell to the ground, tears flowed down the werewolf's eyes, Wang Xu didn't give He Jiamu a chance to speak again, his laughter had already told Wang Xu everything, whether it was a ghost hunter or a werewolf, maybe it was already doomed to such an ending......

The moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival is still so beautiful and bright, and there seems to be a roar in the night sky, this voice comes from the depths of the wolf's soul, and this voice will always tell their desolate and lonely fate......